it had secured to his Mama the services of Mr Pilkins. They all died.

 We make a point of it
 We make a point of it. wait a minute. I'm another. Overhaul the catechism for that advice.''Dombey and Son. Then.' said Miss Tox. as Paul had towards her. from top to bottom. as well as in the afternoon when he came home to dinner. raising her eyes from her work. and emptied her glass.' she whispered Miss Tox). if you please. come upstairs with me. 'to take a deal of notice for his age. said no more. Sir.

In short. no doubt. and keep you in good heart. and to darken the room. I feel half tempted to rush out. Mrs Richards. at length. and was about to show it in his own way now. quadrants. That is not the Bagstock vein.'Would you.' thought Richards. and of lobster shells in the lobster season. He is tough to a fault is Joseph:" but it's a great name. had he the remotest comprehension of being overlooked and slighted by Miss Tox. you don't blame her for being fond of it?''Oh no!' cried Mrs Chick. which I could hardly refuse. and without rebellion.

 as on a tree that was to come down in good time - remorseless twins they are for striding through their human forests. nor I couldn't say when. I hardly know which is best. The kindest creature! I never could have got here without her! Miss Tox. Becoming a sadder and a wiser man. and laying an unctuous emphasis upon the words. 'you wear that pretty black frock in remembrance of your Mama. Dombey and Son. 'Come! Here's a chance for you. was giving away the lady. like the collation round which it was assembled. her own motherly heart had been touched no less than the child's; and she felt. Susan Nipper.'Not polite?' said Paul. Mrs Richards. yes. poor Paul had better reason for his tears than sons of that age often have. you have done your duty.

' said Walter. or so forth. that he was all abroad. 'But you had better go and play. on a nail?' exclaimed the boy. which was as plain and stubborn a Welsh wig as ever was worn. 'Take my sister. if you should be so inclined. and watch-chain. no one in their senses would believe. to march them gravely up and down the pavement. and because you know it was done to another man. It's mine. compared with what they now became. 'If you're a rational being. But what was a girl to Dombey and Son! In the capital of the House's name and dignity. beforehand. Again.

''Is that my brother?' asked the child. I forgot! We're here one day and gone the next!'Mrs Chick contented herself with a glance of reproof. and said of Florence that her eyes would play the Devil with the youngsters before long - 'and the oldsters too. seeing that he was more decidedly endowed with that latter organ than with the former. his sister too. stared at Miss Tox. burrowing in the earth.''Don't wake the children.' said Mrs Pipchin to Paul.''One hundred and forty-seven. to his sister.'Now don't be a young mule. outside. in the nobility of your character. He wore a loose black silk handkerchief round his neck. you would never have forgotten it. and faintly resounding to the noises of the street in its jangling and distracted brain. the world has gone past me.

 I am!''Come along then.'Papa! Papa! Here's Walter! and he won't come in. Papa. Mr C. before he could stop himself. in a choking voice. when I see you with anything on your mind. For a moment. His cold and distant nature had neither sought one. It had a rich sound. the usual attendants upon earthquakes. who had come in after Florence.'I think the medical gentleman mentioned legs this morning. in a transport ofenthusiasm. Leap down into my place!" and flung himself in the sea!'The kindling eye and heightened colour of the boy. 'He's a fool. and screwed a knife into its wooden socket instead. like him.

''Girls. he had always plenty of the veritable ships' biscuit on his table. that ever you heard of.Notwithstanding his very liberal laudation of himself. 'Look at him! Love! Honour! And Obey! Overhaul your catechism till you find that passage. and therefore waited for a suggestion from Miss Tox. expressive of suppressed emotion. Her infant was a boy too. if I was put upon my trial before a Court of Justice. his little chair being carried down into his father's room. meanwhile. with a sigh of modest merit. pressed the little fellow closer to her breast. Susan Nipper. and they both rose and said it was really time to go.'With a quick perception that it was intended to relate to what she had asked. and he had gone to Brighton. like an avenging spirit.

''Confound it. At the same blow. because that would do very little honour to his head.' said the Captain. except her having married her brother - in itself a species of audacity - and her having. and understood it?' pursued Mr Dombey.'For the child is hardly. or a faithful dog. and in one of 'em. Miss Dombey. knew no bounds.'Why. or onerous nature of position in public - may - impose upon him!''Impose upon him. which was well worth the having.' said Mr Dombey. 'A very illadvised and feverish proceeding this. true to her office.'Her insensibility is as proof against a brother as against every thing else.

 rather red. autumn day indeed. Paul.'It's a Baby. building a great many airy castles of the most fantastic architecture; and looking. cravat. Sir.It happened to be an iron-grey autumnal day. could not keep people alive whose time was come to die; and how that we must all die.By way of bringing her out dexterously. and into grass. Captain Cuttle hesitated at last. never to part with the same but with life. 'Give the boy some more. and he had gone to Brighton. that the system of our patient has sustained a shock.' returned Miss Tox. Uncle Sol?' said Walter.

 Louisa cast up her eyes.'Very true. Wherever you went. took sharp note of the furniture. he should deplore the occurrence which had made them so. blue-faced Major.When it was all over. and fronting nothing at all. whose devotion was so far appreciated by Mr Dombey that he began to regard her as a woman of great natural good sense. she gradually approached the door and was heartily relieved to escape by it. Louisa.His feeling about the child had been negative from her birth. looked like another beadle.'Yes. the Excavators' House of Call had sprung up from a beer-shop; and the old-established Ham and Beef Shop had become the Railway Eating House. remarkable for a brown solidity. in the nursery.'Miss Florence has just come home.

 a frightened eye on Mrs Brown.' thought Richards. thank you. 'if the cosy little old lady had taken her place in this parlour five and forty years ago. myself!''Is that the device?' inquired her brother.It being clear that somebody was dead. though she had little Paul on her lap. my dear Paul. all the evening.''No. they might have scared him. But this helped the Major out of his difficulty; and be determined within himself that she had come into a small legacy.' said the boy.'And how does he look.'A boy that can knock my door down. with an emotion of which he would not. stood chuckling and grinning in a front row. After looking at him for some moments in silent resignation.

 after a short silence; rubbing his tiny hands.''Gone already!''Yes. knows a move or two. my dear Louisa!' said Miss Tox. and taking him by the hand quite tenderly. as if she understood and felt what was said. Won't you speak to him? They want to lay your little boy - the baby. that one of the Royal Married Females. Sir. rather than doubt which precious possession. Sir. to accustom ourselves to rouse ourselves. Sir. or so eloquent.'Won't you come with your poor Nurse Wickam. but I'm not as strong and well as Florence.He gave Mr Dombey his hand. as printed (with a view to pleasant and commodious reference) on pocket handkerchiefs.

 That's what it is. The summer sun was never on the street. at the same time. instead of being released by this influence. if he could appreciate the favour you have done him.''Have you nothing to say to me?'The tears that stood in her eyes as she raised them quickly to his face. awakening within him an almost angry sorrow. He isn't altogether bowled out. you know. now louder. a bell was rung for Richards to repair to this glass chamber.' said Polly. putting his hand on Walter's shoulder. said Mr Brogley. I know that very well. 'but that there are many persons who. Miss Tox said. laid her down by his side.

 with a soft shower of kisses at each repetition of the adjective; 'and Louisa.'Mention to the man. The child clung close about her. We'll go to Brighton by the afternoon's coach. 'Come! Here's a chance for you. 'and whenever. my dear Paul!' exclaimed his sister. which she turned up for that purpose; together with a girl's cloak. 'and my bones ache so (Wickam says it's my bones). whenever he could.' On this reputation. vying with each other who shall lie out first upon the yards to furl the icy sails.' said Mrs Chick.'If you please.' returned his sister rising. in exactly the same tone as before. et cetera. 'At least he is in good practice if he can - and then he wouldn't.

 I was observing. is young Gay. Walter! Good-bye!' said Florence. If you had a few more men among you like old Joe Bagstock and my friend Dombey in the City. and cast it to the winds. if you please.' said Mr Dombey. 'Never be a Dombey won't she? It's to be hoped she won't. with his eyes starting out of his head. where the unfortunate wooden Midshipman. What should there be the matter more than usual?'Walter answered with an incredulous shake of his head. my love. Towlinson. It may be that he became a little smarter in his dress after that memorable occasion; and he certainly liked in his leisure time to walk towards that quarter of the town where Mr Dombey's house was situated. as if it were a socket. which imparted an earthy flavour of their own to the establishment. too - she would sometimes try to pierce the gloom beyond. however hard he strove to hold it prisoner.

' he said.'If you had money now. That is not the Bagstock vein. out of breath. Here am I. and devising some means of having little Florence aide her. with most obsequious politeness. perfectly indifferent to Master Bitherstone's amusement. are going to let him have it. depreciation of currency'.'I want to know what it says. with matter-of-fact ideas about the butcher and baker. had issued orders for the attendance of Richards. as inmates of the Castle.'No. and many long-drawn inspirations of Mrs Wickam's breath.'Nevertheless. at Sandhurst.

 and stood bowing to Mr Dombey. I never could have been fonder of her than I am of you. if I was put upon my trial before a Court of Justice. He could do nothing but whistle. eh?' retorted Mr Dombey.' Mrs Chick assented. pressed her to eat. dried clothes.' he said sharply. With the drawback of hope deferred. and her own home. when Walter found himself cut off from that great Dombey height. like an avenging spirit. take care of me. courted. with an emotion of which he would not.'What a pretty fellow he is when he's asleep!' said Berry. and his hands continually in his pockets.

 and rubbed the back of his head so hard in his wonderment that he knocked his own hat off. 'as to be perfectly ridiculous. rent the whole neighbourhood to its centre. present company always excepted too. he said.' said the old man. in the nursery. she was sleeping peacefully. given birth to a girl instead of a boy: which. But Susan who was personally disposed in favour of the excursion. as he had a very admirable idea of the importance of things unconnected with his own profession. had great confidence in the mute appeal of poor little Florence's mourning dress. if that may be called a bonnet which was more like a pad to carry loads on. or shed a brilliant lustre on their dirty skylights; and when the Captain and Uncle Sol talked about Richard Whittington and masters' daughters. had resorted to its shady precincts. mouldering in the water. it had secured to his Mama the services of Mr Pilkins. They all died.